The Poetical Works of Thomas MooreLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1844 - 691 pages |
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... Fire - fly 119 . SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS . The Insurrection of the Papers . A Dream 160 . To the Lord Viscount Forbes . From the city of Wash- ington Parody of a celebrated Letter 161 119 Anacreontic to a Plumassier 163 · To Thomas ...
... Fire - fly 119 . SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS POEMS . The Insurrection of the Papers . A Dream 160 . To the Lord Viscount Forbes . From the city of Wash- ington Parody of a celebrated Letter 161 119 Anacreontic to a Plumassier 163 · To Thomas ...
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... fire , I unfolded the paper for the purpose of reading it to my select auditory , there was my own Letter staring me full in the face , being honoured with so conspicuous a place as to be one of the first articles my audience would ...
... fire , I unfolded the paper for the purpose of reading it to my select auditory , there was my own Letter staring me full in the face , being honoured with so conspicuous a place as to be one of the first articles my audience would ...
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... Fire - worshippers of Persia , and their haughty Moslem masters . From that moment , a new and deep interest in my whole task took possession of me . The cause of tolerance was again my inspiring theme ; and the spirit that had spoken ...
... Fire - worshippers of Persia , and their haughty Moslem masters . From that moment , a new and deep interest in my whole task took possession of me . The cause of tolerance was again my inspiring theme ; and the spirit that had spoken ...
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... fire , when Monsieur , who had hap- pened to place himself next to Beaujolais , caught a glimpse of the ascititious tail , —which , | having been rather carelessly put on , had a good deal straggled out of its place . With a sort of ...
... fire , when Monsieur , who had hap- pened to place himself next to Beaujolais , caught a glimpse of the ascititious tail , —which , | having been rather carelessly put on , had a good deal straggled out of its place . With a sort of ...
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... fire , Through the mist of soft desire . 7 His lip exhal'd , whene'er he sigh'd , The fragrance of the racy tide ; And , as with weak and reeling feet He came my cordial kiss to meet , An infant , of the Cyprian band , Guided him on ...
... fire , Through the mist of soft desire . 7 His lip exhal'd , whene'er he sigh'd , The fragrance of the racy tide ; And , as with weak and reeling feet He came my cordial kiss to meet , An infant , of the Cyprian band , Guided him on ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord lov'd Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sung sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought turn'd Twas twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Page 191 - You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 243 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Page 224 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening...
Page 179 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
Page 176 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no ; it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Page 173 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 189 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 226 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 353 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Page 184 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho...